Feel so straight, and look so slowBut just you wait 'til I get you homeI saw you laughing on a TV showDidn't think you'd know, all colours lead to blackSay you can't let go, and then you're never coming back.

Watch yourself when you talk to meCuz I've got you and 86 TV'sAnd all those words that they made up for meAnd what I thought they'd beThe radio's are redThey made a mess of meSo now I'm walking home instead.

Sweet like apples, I pulled youReminds me of the things we said we'd doNow all those words that they made up for youCould never pull you throughThe greed and all the gainThey made a mess of youAnd now you'll never be the same

I'd love to say I'd like to thank you allBut I have not the gaul, the wisdom or the guileYou walked into that ballAnd then you disappeared in style.